“I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered. I gulped, drowning in his citrus and sandalwood. Most of the time we fought with dagger and claw, and yet in that moment, the intensity simmered to flowers and petals. For the first time ever, our connection was sweet. “Don’t go dreamy eyed on me, Tess. I’m feeling sentimental. That’s all. Don’t get used to moments like this. You’ll be sorely disappointed.” He untangled his fingers from mine and stalked into the building, leaving me shocked and alone. Had I done something, or had Q realized how tender the moment was and freaked? I guessed the second one
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